"Surround him! Surround him! ”

Under the order, the soldiers formed a large circle to surround the Nephilim who was standing in a daze, they had never seen such a big fellow, so they were extremely cautious with every step forward.

As the crowd approached, the Nephilim realized that he was surrounded, and he let go of his hand, and the skinned stag on his back fell to the snow with a "hole". With a "brush", he pulled out the giant axe hanging on his back and clenched it with his blood-stained hands. His eyes were red, and the heavy breath that came out of his nose dissipated half a meter in front of him. He roared like an angry beast.

"We seem to have this big guy!" Andrew said worriedly to Luga with a javelin in his hand.

"Look, he looks like a bear in a bear's skin!" Everyone looked nervous, after all, they had never seen this legendary behemoth at such a close distance.

"Luga, be careful. After all, we don't know if the arrow in our hand will kill him. ”

Arecio hid behind Luga, and he spoke worriedly, and from time to time flipped through the parchment book in his hand, which he had spent a great time copying by hand, and he searched for it, but could not find any way to kill the Nephilim.

"Can you only rely on the power of God?" Arecio said to himself in a whisper, and with a "poof" he knelt down, looked up at the heavens, and cried out in a loud voice: "O Lord Almighty, guide your bewitched servant, and guide us to victory over this uncleanness!" ”

Arecio's actions made Luga not know what to say for a while, after all, he didn't believe in the so-called God at all. So he lifted Arecio up and pointed to the angry Nephilim and said to him, "God is always with us, and look at the arrow that is stuck in his back, he is not invulnerable or invincible." As long as we can keep fighting, he will fall! ”

At Luga's shout, Arecio came to his senses, and he saw the arrow on the back of the Nephilim, and his trembling lips said, "Yes, yes, you are right, we can indeed hurt him." But, you can be sure that our"

"So, get out of the back!" Luga beckoned to Arecio, then pulled a pike dart from his leather bag and bowed down in preparation.

Arecio didn't know what to say about the determined Luga, and of course he couldn't think of a better way.

"Guys!" Luga shouted to the soldiers around him, "Is he really a hoodoo born by God?" But you see, what does it prove that he has in his back the bow and arrow that our warriors have shot? Prove that he is not invulnerable, not something that mortal weapons cannot hurt! It also proves that God is on our side, that God has stripped him of his invulnerability, and that He is asking us to kill Him! ”

"Kill him!"

The soldiers roared, and Luga's shouts dispelled their fears and boosted their morale. The soldiers drew their bows and arrows and aimed them at the Nephilim, who was standing in the middle.

"Brush!"

Another volley of bows and arrows was fired, and a dense array of arrows instantly covered the Nephilim's body.

"Roar!"

The pain made the Nephilim lose his mind in an instant, and he roared like a mad grizzly bear. Wielding the tomahawk in his hand, he lunged at the nearest Roman soldier.

"He's coming! He's coming! ”

The soldiers couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this crazy "brown bear" pounce, they didn't have time to draw their bows and arrows, and the soldiers who were in the direction he pounced screamed and ran for their lives.

The other soldiers were also panicked, and they were at a loss for what to do, and they pulled their bows and arrows hard to shoot at the burly figure. Arrows were plunged into his body, and this only momentarily paused the terrible Nephilim.

"Oh my God, is this big guy really dead?"

Arecio screamed as he watched the roaring Nephilim chase after the soldiers like hungry wolves chasing wolves. He spilled a bloody path along the way, he was crazy and brainless, he chased whoever came in from him, and such an aimless chase would quickly deplete his physical strength.

"That's it, run, run! Spread out, spread out and let him chase without a goal, exhaust him! Exhaust him! ”

Seeing that he was bleeding, Luga knew that he was dying, and Luga shouted behind the Nephilim for orders. At this time, he noticed Andrew, who was chasing the Nephilim with a javelin.

The incessant bleeding had plunged the Nephilim into a state of madness, and he ran like a wild beast that knew no tiredness, wielding an axe. Andrew was also chasing after the Nephilim very hard, and his intention was very clear, which was to seize this golden opportunity to kill the Nephilim behind his back.

Nearer, gradually approaching, the Naphili breathed like a bull, and he couldn't do it now.

"Die!"

Andrew roared and leapt up behind the Nephilim, trying to ride on the Nephilim's back.

"Roar!"

When it was too late, the Nephilim swung his axe violently, and with his body he drove the axe into sharp turn, and when he turned back, he saw the swarthy handle of the axe slashed before Andrew could come to his senses.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and Andrew couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, and he saw Andrew being hit by the handle of the axe in mid-air and flying several meters away.

"Andrew!"

Luga cried out loudly, probably because Andrew couldn't recover for a moment from the shock, and lay huddled together in the snow, it seemed that the pain was about to make him unconscious.

Finally saw a prey that could not escape, because the blood gushing out and the continuous roar had made him have no strength to continue fighting, but he was not afraid, and braved the baptism of arrows, he held the giant axe in both hands and pressed forward unhurriedly.

"Andrew! Andrew! ”

The soldiers were shouting his name, and under the cacophony of voices, Andrew finally came to his senses. He supported himself on his elbows, and Luga even saw the corners of his mouth

It was only then that Andrew opened his eyes at the shouts of the crowd, and he realized that the Nephilim was so close to them. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself back, but to no avail.

The bloody corners of the Philim's mouth opened into a hideous grin, he weighed the axe, put up with the Roman soldiers around him who were desperately shooting arrows at him, he locked on to the target, he only had to kill this Roman enough!

"Ha, hahaha!"

This is the only sentence that the Philistines have opened their mouths, and such monotonous language can also set off his cruelty.

Andrew was still moving hard, and he couldn't escape.

The Philphilimites were no longer able to do it, so he stepped on Andrew's foot and prepared his axe in both hands, ready to kill him like a chopping wood.

Andrew's face was filled with desperation, and he lay on the ground and watched as the Philphilim had arrows stuck in his back.

"This guy really can't be killed!"

Andrew said, as if he had given up all hope, and the last thing he saw was the Nephilim with the axe.

"It's over!"

Andrew said to himself.

"Drink!"

While he was waiting for death to come, he heard a roar of rage, and Andrew hurriedly opened his eyes and saw Luga, who jumped up on his back and stabbed the Nephilim in the neck with his own dart.

The Nephilim let out a howl like a wolf, and a torrent of blood spurted from his neck stained Luga's face red. He finally lost the last shred of his life and collapsed in the thick snow beside Andrew.

The wolf's howl was getting closer, meaning that Luga and the others had to leave as soon as possible.

"Let's go, Andrew!" Luga wiped the blood from his face and lifted Andrew up and tied him to his horse.

The group took only the Nephilim, and the rest was left to the wolves.